From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

But his personal experience proves that the Court of Owls and the League of Shadows are definitely two different organizations.

It seems that security at the Alcohol-2 Research Institute needs to be strengthened by several levels.

Incidentally, we can use 2024 computer technology to lure out the spies hidden within the Wayne Enterprises...

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The underground parking garage of Wayne Tower.

Using the excuse that "we should keep a low profile in broad daylight," Afu led him to a silver-gray luxury car.

Leo glanced at the car logo and wholeheartedly agreed with his choice: "Lamborghini, it's indeed very understated."

"At least you can actually see these kinds of cars on the road."

Afu smiled and handed the key to Leo.

Leo would naturally not refuse the opportunity to drive a luxury car.

I got in the car, started the engine, and floored the accelerator. The unassuming Lamborghini sped out of the underground garage.

Today in Gotham, the sun shines brightly and the air is fresh.

Having just experienced a major battle last night, the criminals were unusually well-behaved and did not come out to test the police's patience.

Leo drove to the outskirts of Gotham City without encountering any unexpected incidents.

Apart from accidentally running a few red lights and speeding excessively, he is a law-abiding citizen.

Along the way, the buildings on both sides of the street became low and dilapidated, and their density became increasingly sparse.

The bustling city center was thus left behind.

Soon after, they arrived in the suburbs and saw Gotham City's talent wholesale center—Arkham Asylum.

From a distance, the rather classical-looking asylum gave off a gloomy feeling.

It seemed as if a faint black mist was emanating from it.

Well, this is just Leo's personal opinion. Apart from his slightly deeper forehead wrinkles, Afu next to him seemed relatively calm.

“I made a reservation last night, and there should be staff at the entrance.”

Afu was right; after a rigorous check, they met Aaron Cash, the person accompanying them on the trip.

He was a guard in his thirties with a resolute face.

"Welcome to Arkham Asylum. I hope that makes you feel better. By the way, Director Sharp has approved your access to most areas, but you must be accompanied by guards at all times."

Rising to Fame: Chapter 235 Poison Ivy and the Genius Psychiatrist Harleen Quezel

It was a very reasonable arrangement, and Leo had no objections.

On his way here, he had already reviewed the potential talents in the asylum and discovered that it was a veritable treasure trove.

Low-temperature freezing technology for treating frozen people;

The scarecrow's fear of poison gas;

Bane's Venom;

These are all treasures of great research value.

The only difficulty lies in getting Batman to part with these prisoners and hand them over to him...

Leo let his mind wander for a while, then brought his thoughts back to the present:

“We have an appointment to meet Pamela Eisley.”

Aaron checked the visitor records, asked a few questions over the intercom, and replied, "Yes, but it's her therapy time now, so you may have to wait a while."

"Psychotherapy?"

"Yes, after all, this is a hospital that houses and treats mental patients. With the patient's cooperation, we offer a variety of treatment options to help alleviate their condition."

Leo nodded.

This is a very official answer. In fact, everyone knows that Arkham Asylum is a "research center for abnormal humans," where most of the people it houses are extremely dangerous, highly intelligent criminals, not mental patients.

Normally, he should wait a while and not cause trouble for the other person. But not this time. If he remembered correctly, Poison Ivy's psychiatrist was Harleen Quinzel before she became Harley Quinn.

"We're in a hurry, so please take us directly to Miss Aisley."

Upon hearing Leo's request, Aaron frowned, but remembering the dean's instruction to "try to meet the other party's request as much as possible," he could only nod in agreement.

Later, the two visitors were led inside Arkham Asylum.

As they moved forward, Leo looked around to confirm once again that this was indeed a prison, and all the facilities were built to prison standards, having absolutely nothing to do with a mental hospital or sanatorium.

After walking for more than ten minutes, they entered a small building. Arkham's counseling room was on the fourth floor.

As he reached the door of the consultation room, Leo stopped and turned to the guards behind him: "We would like to speak with Miss Aisley alone for just fifteen minutes. Would you be so kind as to do us this favor?"

The guards looked at Aaron, who was in charge, and waited for him to make a decision.

Aaron looked troubled and said that this did not follow the proper procedure.

Leo nodded in understanding and looked at Afu.

The old butler took out his phone and activated his Face Fruit ability.

After the phone call, the guards stepped back with a helpless expression and stood guard in the corridor.

Afu smiled slightly and explained in a low voice, "Wayne Corporation is one of the main funders of Arkham Asylum."

As expected, it's all about money. I knew it would turn out this way.

Having shaken off the troubling guards, the two walked together to the door, where Leo knocked.

dong dong dong-

The intervals were neither too long nor too short, which showed great politeness.

"Please come in."

A few seconds later, a response came from inside.

Leo straightened his hair, put on a gentle smile, and pushed open the door to enter.

Upon entering, he quickly surveyed the surroundings—it was a rather cozy office, everything was in perfect order, and the overall color scheme was warm.

Beside the desk made of composite materials, two beautiful ladies, each with their own unique charm, were looking at them with puzzled expressions.

The woman in the doctor's uniform instinctively reached her left hand under the table and touched the emergency alarm button. Then she asked seriously, "Who are you? I haven't received any notification of special visitors."

Leo looked at her, carefully observing her face.

Before she became Harley Quinn, Harleen Quezel wore non-prescription glasses and had her hair styled in a neat, professional manner, with her long hair tied into a bun at the back of her head.

Her long hair was platinum blonde, and although it didn't have the same visual impact as the later half-blue, half-pink twin ponytails, it possessed a unique intellectual charm.

Needless to say, her appearance is strikingly similar to Harley Quinn from "Suicide Squad," and she even looks younger.

In short, it's very good-looking, and it almost triggered Leo's "collecting obsession with popular female characters".

He composed himself and said politely, “Hello, Dr. Quezel, we are visitors with an appointment, here specifically to see Ms. Aisley. If you don’t believe me, you can call the dean, or the guards are right outside the door, carrying flamethrowers and strong weed killer.”

Leo turned to the side and pointed towards the door, indicating that what he said was true.

Harlin hesitated for a moment, then actually called the dean to verify Leo and Afu's identities. Only after receiving a positive reply did she release the alarm button.

"I apologize, no offense intended, it's just that the situation here is rather special."

Leo nodded, fully understanding her cautious attitude.

After confirming his identity, he looked at Poison Ivy, who had a wary expression on her face.

Unfortunately, she wasn't wearing the classic vine outfit from the comics, but rather an orange prison uniform.

The earthy color clashed with her vibrant green skin, making her complexion appear somewhat dull. Fortunately, her bright red hair remained unaffected, shimmering under the soft indoor lighting with a color far more vivid than flames, like a red rose in full bloom.

“Hello, Ms. Aisley, I think you’ve already heard us, we’ve come here specifically for you.”

He thought he had been very friendly, but Poison Ivy didn't appreciate it.

Her disgust was written all over her face as she took a few steps back: "I haven't used that name in ages. Just call me Poison Ivy or Ivy. Also, whatever your reason for coming to see me, please keep your distance. I feel like vomiting when I'm near humans."

Leo nodded and smiled, not feeling offended at all.

He had done his research before coming and knew that Poison Ivy did indeed have this problem, and that it was Dr. Harleen who cured her and helped her overcome this psychological issue.

The plot has clearly not progressed to that stage yet.

But that's fine too. As a genius psychologist, Harleen is far more useful than the crazy Harley Quinn.

After quickly confirming the plot points, Leo didn't waste any more time. He placed the black briefcase he was carrying on the table and entered the password.

Click.

The box popped open, revealing the items inside.

At the top is a new laptop computer, with two USB flash drives and a heavy-duty external hard drive plugged into the side ports.

I casually placed the computer aside; below it was a thick stack of paper documents.

He handed the document to Poison Ivy and said in a friendly manner, "Here's the thing, Ms. Ivy, our company would like to hire you as the principal researcher for our Gotham branch, working in the plant research institute that the company has established."

"...What?" Poison Ivy was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "The Plant Research Institute!?"

It is common knowledge that there must be plants in a botanical research institute!

"Wait, wait!" Harleen quickly interrupted their conversation. "What are you talking about? Ivy is a patient in a mental hospital. She's here to serve her sentence and receive treatment. How could she possibly go to your research institute!"

"We will bail Ms. Ivy out of prison. Our legal staff will discuss the specific details with the court leadership. Rest assured, I can guarantee that it will be legal."

Leo offered a brief explanation, then left Harleen aside and continued handing the documents to Poison Ivy.

"You might want to take a look at our employment contract first; we are truly sincere."

Once Poison Ivy realized she could use this opportunity to escape the asylum, she couldn't think of anything else. As long as she could leave and connect with the outside world, she had plenty of ways to regain her freedom.

She eagerly took the contract, then tried to calm herself and carefully examined it:

Employment Contract

[Party A (Employer): Lanmeng Company.]

[Legal Representative: Leonardo DiCaprio.]

Work location: Gotham City Blue Dream Botanical Research Institute.

[Party B (Employee): Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy.]

[Details...Salary and Benefits...Work Arrangements...Important Notes...]

Rising to Fame: Chapter 236 Leo: "The secret code is—Long live the Green of All Things!"

Before becoming the Gotham villain now confined to an asylum, Poison Ivy was a female college student who loved plants.

If it weren't for her mentor Jason's greed and attempt to seize her research by killing her, she might have already become a world-renowned botanist.

Thanks to her excellent academic performance during her school years, she received many job offers before graduation and was no stranger to letters of intent for employment contracts.

But this one...

Hmm, it's written in a very flowery way, with the salary and benefits being incredibly attractive, but it's a bit too unrealistic.

Even campus scams... uh, job fairs... wouldn't offer letters of intent that treat students like fools.

After glancing at it, she looked at Leo with complete distrust:

"Ha, I'm way past the age of having eyes that are both clear and foolish."

A $100 million annual salary, plus multi-million dollar bonuses for successful projects, the position of principal researcher and head of the institute, with authority second only to the board of directors. If you posted that salary online, renowned botanists from all over the world would flock to you. Why would you need to come to a mental hospital looking for someone like me, a patient in name only but a prisoner in reality?

Her questions were well-founded and, moreover, entirely within Leo's expectations.

His goal was to make Poison Ivy disbelieve him, so that he could launch into his speech and completely win her over.

Shadow Mode - ON!

The first step in giving a speech is to get the audience back to their seats to avoid disrupting the presentation.

Leo stepped forward, grabbed the back of the computer chair amidst the bewildered looks of the crowd, and dragged Harlin back, away from the table, or rather, away from the emergency alarm button under the table.